Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 23 | Filed in:
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World Hunger Farm
That tickle is feeling a little worse. Nothing really bad, I'm just feeling a little under the weather. Luckily, I didn't have to work today because I did a little extra yesterday. So I tried to sleep in, but was fully awake by 7:30. Grrr. That's ok, I like mornings. I ran errands and stuff. And I played guitar some, but didn't have much of a voice and so mainly played Bright Eyes songs. He doesn't have much of a voice either.
I took some stuff that has made me feel weak and tired, but I can't sleep. I tried napping. That rarely works for me. Whatever. Life is hard.
I felt uneasy all today--being in town and not doing anything whilst I knew my fellow farmers were working. I didn't like it. I came back and everyone was gathering for lunch, and I felt right again. I like these people. I like how as soon as people are finished eating, there is this unspoken coalition that forms as people start washing dishes, sweeping, wiping counters. Everyone helps cleans. It's beautiful.
We're also really blessed here with having awesome cooks. There's not a day that goes by (except for on weekends) when I don't hear someone exclaim after/during lunch something like, "Man! This is/was a great lunch! Thanks [whoever was cooking]!" And it's always true. Even when I cooked! I think there is magic in this food. But organic, sustainable magic, not processed, chemical-ly magic.
And that's that.
One of the things I was most anxious about moving onto the farm wass that I knew at some point, I would have to cook lunch for everybody--everybody being 20-30 people. Well, my turn came up today. And I'm still alive! I owe much to my new friend Molly, who helped me every step of the way. Ok, I pretty much just did what she told me to do. We made fried rice loaded with goodness and somosas and a tomato salad. So from 9 to 12:30 we cooked. I then rang the bell to signify lunch wass ready, which is a fun thing to do. So much power. Everyone stops what they are doing and walks down to eat.
I finally got my food and sat down and looked around at the people sitting and eating around me and thought, "Wow. It worked. Everyone is eating. No one is going to make a PBJ Sandwich. They're eating was we made and are satisfied."
Did I mention I never cook?
I probably will have to again sometime. I'll worry about it when it happens.
And I can sleep in tomorrow! Even though I wasn't working outside today because of the cooking, I am really tired. I did have to wake up at 6:30 to milk goats, so maybe that contributes something.
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